She is very pleased by the choice he has made and she could not contain her smile when he sat down. “I wouldn’t bother, I have no idea where he is right now,” she scoffs at his promise to leave some meat for her son. There was no point in wasting food and she wasn’t even sure if Deathscythe Hell had survived the flooding. “He’s a big boy anyway,” she coos as only a mother would, “You look like a man that hasn’t had a hearty meal in a very long time.” As she listened to her dark companion chewing and swallowing; it reminded her of the first time she had found food for her adoptive son. A ghost of a smile sweeps across her lips while she listens to her companion enjoying his dinner, she could almost hear his stomach churning with the calorific goodness of the rich seal meat. She had found it by pure luck, and while her nature told her to keep it for her selfish wants, her age told her there was little point in wasting her energy on trivial matters. She had a lot of ground to cover and her time was running out.

Lillyheart had listened to her guide intently. Her expression remained void and lifeless. They had narrowed at the mention of a new pack and sparked when more truths fell from his jaws. “I see,” she utters in acknowledgment after he had finished his explanation. He is a curious creature, and luckily for him she’s grown rather fond of him in such a short space of time. With a sigh she pushes her weight onto her paws and stands. Long white limbs shaking and she’s a little wobbly for a moment or two before she regains her composure. Taking a few steps further into the shallows she stares at all the little islets. Eventually she stared eastwards at the remains of Litherum. Her neck was no longer protesting now that she was looking at something directly ahead of her. Wow, since when did I develop a hunchback? The thought is quickly dismissed with another flick of her white ear and an arthritic pop of her front left ankle.

“So,” she starts turning her attention back towards her lovely company, “the day of burning skies took more from us than just our loved ones then?” It happened so long ago now it must be legend, but for her it was trauma that had haunted her for decades. It was now her turn to confess to him, and she wanted to pass away with at least one living soul knowing the truth. “My name was Vendetta, or V for short,” she almost spat out her dead name. “I was born in Judila to Castor and … “ she stops there ubruptly, not wishing to speak her mother's name. Their relationship had been … interesting and complicated.

White fur was starting to rise as the cold ocean and nightair was stealing the remaining warmth from her old bones. With a heavy sniff she leaves the salty waters and stands next to her companion. Slowly, so as not to hurt herself further, she lowers her frail body, hoping that her dark saviour would offer her some physical warmth. Laying her face close to one of his paws she continued her story, her voice barely a whisper. “I joined the ranks of Paracon after I got washed down the river as a yearling. I served under Devil May Cry and his son…” she trails off and closes her eyes, “my sweet Kane.”

Tears are starting to build up, just behind her long eyelashes but she refuses to cry now. “I was lucky to survive the day of burning skies, but I got trapped underground. I survived by eating … well, carcassess. There were so many bodies. And bits of bodies.” The tale should be horrifying, but she was recanting it in a matter of fact tone. "It was rather hard to tell heads from tails, you might say." She giggled for a moment at her bad joke. “I had to do what I needed to do to survive," basically she became a monster in order to live. And she wondered how he would react to such a disgusting notion.

"And then one day,” her eyes fly open and she giggles joyfully, “I found a baby, a little yearling, in the ruins of Mirovis.” The old pack name was spoken with an air of mysticism. “At first, I thought the little guy was dead, along with everyone else down there. Crushed and sufocated to death, but he woke up and he called me mother in his confusion.” There is a genuine smile playing across her fangs now. “I was going to kill him, I thought that would be best for him. What with his whole pack being dead. But I couldn’t, I don’t know why, I just couldn’t bring myself to finish him off. I never got to be a parent, I thought this was going to be my only chance." Even monsters have the urge to raise their own young.

"He calls me Lillyheart.” A bemused expression plays across her brows for a second before she shifts to make herself more comfortable against his warm dark fur. “I never knew a Lillyheart when I lived on the surface. I don’t even know who the boys true parents are. But,” eerie orange eyes stare directly up into his deep red eyes, “You can call me Lillyheart too, I rather like that name.”